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Jack and Jill went up the hillJist a teeny drap a TayJist a wee drappie teaJist send a line tu let`s know ow,Yu`um gwaine onJoan sez set your sail to catch the windJoan the Wad sezIf you can't get what you wantGet marriedJoan the Wad sezDon't eat idle BreadJoan the Wad sezDon't put a good cargo in a poor shipJog on, jog on, the foot path wayAnd merrily treat the stile heyYour merry heart goes all the dayYour sad times in a mile heyJoy of temperance and reposeSlam the door on the doctors noseJudge not a ship as she lies on the stocksJunket is the dish of Devon,A better dish is hard to find,This is everyones opinion,Excepting those who`re out of mindJust LaidJust start the day with a cup of TayTwill make your heart the lighterDon't seek for care that is not thereAnd the world will all seem brighterJ W Humphrey & SonClean Low Bacteria MilkNatures Best FoodAt its Best

Ka PaiKeep yor face to the sunshine,And the shadows will fall behindKeep me on the dressing tableKeep your breath to cool the porridgeKind hearts are more than coronetsKind words are the music of the worldKind words are worth much and cost littleKind words never dieKindness is a green hill by the side of a dusty roadKiss and be kind the Fiddler is blindKnowledge is the treasure of the mindKys ta shin (Time enough - Manx)

Ladies all I pray make free,And tell me how you like your teaLaid to-dayLaith to bed, laith oot o'tLang may yer lum reekLassies like glasses are gie brittle?Last in Bed blows out the lightLaughter is like sunshine in the houseLet`s to bed, said sleepy headLet those smoke nowWhi never smoked beforeAnd those who always smokeNow smoke no moreLet us be up and doing,With a heart for any fate,Still achieving, still persuing,Learn to labour and to waitLet whig & tory a' agreeLet's scatter flowers instead of thornsThe world is what we make itLife has many shadows but tis the sunshine makes themLife has no pleasureNobler than friendshipLife is a book of whichWe have but one editionLife is a gamble, win or lose,So what`s the good of getting the bluesLife is an echo, it all comes back,The good, the false, the true,So give from your heart the best you can,And the best wii return to youLife is a struggle not a race,A wise man keeps an even paceLife is made of time, Don`t waste itLife is mostly froth and bubble,Two things stand as stone,Kindness in another`s trouble,Courage in your ownLife were not worth the living,If no-one were the better,For having met you on the way,And know the sunshine of your stayLittle Boy Blue Come blow your hornLittle bodies have great soulsLittle duties still put off,Will end in never done,Bye-and-bye is soon enough,Has ruined many a oneLittle GirlBox of paintsLicked her brushJoined the SaintsLittle Miss Muffett sat on a TuffettLittle ships must keep the shore larger vessels venture moreLive laugh and luff. You'll be dead long enoughLives of great men all remind us,We can make our lives sublime,And departing leave behind us,Footprints in the sand of timeLlaeth Y Fuwch(The cows milk)Long may you live Happy may you be Blessedwith content & from misfortune freeLook before you leapLook to the future never mind the pastLook up not downLook in not outLook forward not backLend a hand 1682?Lord give me skill to play a roundSo good that even IWhen telling of my brilliant playMay never need to lieLost time is never foundLove all, Trust a fewDo wrong to noneLove allTrust but fewAnd always paddleYour own canoe

Love him who gave thee the ring of goldTis he must kiss thee when thou art old

Love me little love me longLove me love my dogLove truthPardon errorsLove your enemies, trust but few,And always paddle your own canoeLucky people have their days,And those they choose,Unlucky people have their hours,And those they looseLucky pixie

Make hay while the sun shinesMake new friends, But keep the old,The first is silver, The second goldMake the best of a bad bargainMake use of meMan wants but little here belowAnd isn't hard to pleaseBut woman bless her little heartWants everything she seesMan`s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mournMany a ( batchelor ) ship has been wreckedMany a batchelor ship has been wrecked on a permanent waveMany are called but few get upMany a man sends his wife away for a rest Because he needs itMany a sorrow we forget,Through pipe, cigar or cigaretteMany a true word is spoken in jestMany friends few helpersMany kiss the hand they want to see cut offMary Mary quite contraryMasters two will never doMay a' thats guid attend yeMay blessings be showered upon the manWho first devised this drinkThat happens along at 5amWith a rapturous Clinkety clinkMay all the hours be winged with joyMay all your days be filled with joyMay all your troubles be little onesMay the hinges of friendship never grow rustyMay the hunger of friendship never grow rusty( This may have been a mistake at the pottery perhaps )May the open hand be filled the fullestMay the skill of your hands build a bridge over timeMay the wing of friendship never moult a featherMay they ever be united,Our hearts, our hopes,Our prayers, our tears,Our faith triumphant o`er our fears,Are all with theeMay we be kindBut not in words aloneMay your joys be as deep as the ocean,Your troubles as light as it`s foamMay you always be lucky And have a close shaveMay you find that all life's troubles after all are only bubblesMay you live long enoughFor your elbow to grow sharp enoughTo shave your chinMay you never find a mouse in your cupboard,With tears in it`s eyesMay your pleasures be manyYour troubles but fewMay you find that all your troublesAfter all are only bubblesMay you live as long as you wantAnd never want as long as you liveMen make houses, women make homesMen think they Know but women Know betterMen were made of clay for women to make mugs ofMind the carpetDon't drop it on the carpetModesty only wrongs those that have noneMoments are uselessTrifled awaySo work while you workAnd play while you playmonies a mickle macks a muckle, de ye kenMost of our troubles may beTraced to our own faultsMore haste less speedMor o can yw Cymru I gydMuffin's MuffinsMy fairest child I have no song to give you,No lark could pipe to skies as dull and grey,Yet ere we part, one lesson I can leave you,For every day, Be good sweet maid and let who will be cleverDo noble things, not dream them all day long,And so make life, death and that vast forever,One grand sweet song